He had been very keen on Esperanto, which had seemed an absurd eccentricity at the time but now Ursula thought it might be a good thing to have a universal language, as Latin had once...

If you don’t have a unique voice, then you’re not really a writer.

I mean what else is there for a woman to do if she doesn’t want to go from the parental to the marital home with nothing in between? ‘An educated woman,’Millie amended. ‘An educated woman,’...

I think you have to learn for yourself how to write. I’m slightly mystified by creative writing courses – God love them – because I can’t understand how you can explain a process that I...

Like many writers, I started by writing short stories. I needed to learn how to write and stories are the most practical way to do this, and less soul-destroying than working your way through a...

It was the kind of summer evening that made Ursula want to be alone. ‘Oh,’ Izzie said, ‘You’re at an age when a girl is simply consumed by the sublime.’ Ursula wasn’t sure what she...

Not being published would be great. When I say that to other writers they look at me as if I’m totally insane.

Secrets had the power to kill a marriage,she said. Nonsense, Sylvie said,it was secrets that could save a marriage.

Ursula craved solitude but she hated loneliness

The great thing about writing compared to life is getting to tie things up.

Mum had a Charles-and-Diana wedding mug that had survived longer than the marriage itself. Mum had worshipped Princess Di and frequently lamented her passing. “Gone,” she would say, shaking her head in disbelief. “Just like...

It was failing part of my Ph.D. that led me into novel-writing. By then I was 29, had remarried and had a second baby. It struck me that I’d lost my path in life and...

My highest point was the first thing I won, a short story competition in a women’s magazine in the Eighties. It was the first time I’d had my writing validated, and the first thing I’d...

Her true hope was that something would happen in the course of her time abroad that would mean she need never take the place. What that ‘something’ was she had no idea.

Because I’ve a track record of talking about books I never write, in Australia they think I’m about to write a book about Jane Austen. Something I said at some festival.

She was tremendously fond of Ralph. Not hounded by love the way some women were. With Crighton she had been teased endlessly by the idea of it, but with Ralph it was more straightforward. Again...

You must never believe everything they say about a person. Generally speaking, most of it will be lies, half-truths at best.

I don’t have goals when writing books, apart from getting to the end. I have rather vague ideas about how I want things to feel, I’m big on ambience. I have a title, a beginning...

Pam wasn’t what Gloria would have called a friend, just someone she had known for so long that she had given up trying to get rid of her.

Certainly I had a really terrible time with ‘Emotionally Weird.’ When I finished it, I thought, ‘I can’t write any more.’

…and no man gave you a fur coat without expecting to receive something inreturn. Except for one’s husband, of course, who expected nothing beyond modest gratitude.

But I know nothing; my future is a wide-open vista, leading to an unknown country – The Rest Of My Life.

It’s been said that the men in my books have been absent, or weak, or creepy.

If they would all sleep all the time she wouldn’t mind being their mother.

In the half-century of his life, a tick on the Doomsday clock, he had borne witness to the most unbelievable technological advances. He had started off listening to an old Bush radio in the corner...

I had a novel in the back of my mind when I won an Ian St James story competition in 1993. At the award ceremony an agent asked me if I was writing a novel....

And then suddenly she was on her feet, her heart knocking in her chest, a sudden familiar but long-forgotten terror triggered- but by what?

Because I write fiction, I don’t write autobiography, and to me they are very different things. The first-person narrative is a very intimate thing, but you are not addressing other people as ‘I’ – you...

Maybe this was why people filled their house with stinking cats, so they didn’t notice that they were alone, so they wouldn’t die without a living soul noticing.

Men had no purpose on earth whereas women were gods walking unrecognized among them.

Everyone said, ‘Well, you’re very old for a first novel,’ and I said, ‘How do you write when you haven’t lived? How do you write when you have no experience? How do you write straight...

She was a terrible mother, there was no doubt about it, but she didn’t even have the strength to feel guilty.

Without siblings you get quite a skewed vision of yourself and of the world. I always felt I didn’t understand how it worked. I remember feeling quite lonely.

I need to be very isolated to write, and unfortunately isolation is often quite difficult to find. My ideal writing environment would be a country house hotel in the middle of nowhere, with full room...

Teddy didn’t really understand the attraction of the dark side for the young these days. Perhaps because they had never experienced it. They had been brought up without shadows and seemed determined to create their...

I don’t want to spoil the magic, but it’s a very curious thing that honestly baffles me. It’s the nearest we’ll ever get to playing God, to suddenly produce these fully formed creatures. It is...

Twittering just seemed to be people telling other people what they were doing–getting in the shower, making coffee. Who on earth wanted to know these things?…Babble and twitter. Full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

Small boys were a mystery to Sylvie. The satisfaction they gained from throwing sticks or stones for hours on end, the obsessive collection of inanimate objects, the brutal destruction of the fragile world around them,...

I can’t imagine what it would be like to write in a relaxed state. I’m going to be writing some stories for my own interest. I want to experiment with different things and see if...

And who thought it was a good idea to rent bicycles to Italian adolescent language students? If hell did exist, which Jackson was sure it did, it would be governed by a committee of fifteen-year-old...

When I’m writing, my neural pathways get blocked. I can’t read. I can barely hold a conversation without forgetting words and names. I wish I could wear the same clothes and eat the same food...

I was an only child and grew up in York where my parents ran a surgical supplies shop. When I say I wish I had brothers and sisters, friends say it’s not what it’s cracked...

by reading book after book (the only reliable otherworlds I’ve discovered so far).

I usually start writing a novel that I then abandon. When I say abandon, I don’t think any writer ever abandons anything that they regard as even a half-good sentence. So you recycle. I mean,...

How many times would he disappoint you in a day if you were married to him, Ursula wondered?

The mind is a fathomless mystery.

My father was an autodidact. It wasn’t a middle-class house. Shopkeepers are aspirant. He paid for me to go to private school. He was denied an education – he had a horrible childhood. He got...

They said love made you strong, but in Louise’s opinion it made you weak. It corkscrewed into your heart and you couldn’t get it out again, not without ripping your heart to pieces.

Ethics are not necessarily to do with being law-abiding. I am very interested in the moral path, doing the right thing.

My work is not my life. I started writing quite late, I didn’t have that ‘writing is everything, my art is all.’ You have to be able to recognise the difference between the two.